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　　At the outset, always I'd confront such panels with something such as: "Gentlemen, I finished theeighth grade in Mason, Michigan. My high school was the black ghetto of Roxbury, Massachusetts.

　　My college was in the streets of Harlem, and my master's was taken in prison. Mr. Muhammad has taught me that I never need fear any man's intellect who tries to defend or to justify the white man'scriminal record against the non-white man-especially the white man and the black man here in NorthAmerica."It was like being on a battlefield-with intellectual and philosophical bullets. It was an exciting battlingwith ideas. I got so I could feel my audiences' temperaments. I've talked with other public speakers;they agree that this ability is native to any person who has the "mass appeal" gift, who can get throughto and move people. It's a psychic radar. As a doctor, with his finger against a pulse, is able to feel theheart rate, when I am up there speaking, I can _feel_ the reaction to what I am saying.

　　I think I could be speaking blindfolded and after five minutes, I could tell you if sitting out therebefore me was an all-black or an all-white audience. Black audiences and white audiences feeldistinguishably different. Black audiences feel warmer, there is almost a musical rhythm, for me, evenin their silent response.

　　Question-and-answer periods are another area where, by now, again blindfolded, I can often tell youthe ethnic source of a question. The most easily recognizable of these to me are a Jew in any audiencesituation, and a bourgeois Negro in "integrated" audiences.

　　My clue to the Jew's question and challenges is that among all other ethnic groups, his expressedthinking, his expressed concerns, are the most subjective. And the Jew is usually hypersensitive. Imean, you can't even say "Jew" without him accusing you of anti-Semitism. I don't care what a Jew isprofessionally, doctor, merchant, housewife, student, or whatever-first he, or she, thinks Jew.

　　Now, of course I can understand the Jew's hypersensitivity. For two thousand years, religious andpersonal prejudices against Jews have been vented and exercised, as strong as white prejudices againstthe non-white. But I know that America's five and a half million Jews (two million of them areconcentrated in New York) look at it very practically, whether they know it or not: that all of thebigotry and hatred focused upon the black man keeps off the Jew a lot of heat that would be on himotherwise.

　　For an example of what I am talking about-in every black ghetto, Jews own the major businesses.

　　Every night the owners of those businesses go home with that black community's money, which helpsthe ghetto to stay poor. But I doubt that I have ever uttered this absolute truth before an audiencewithout being hotly challenged, and accused by a Jew of anti-Semitism. Why? I will bet that I havetold five hundred such challengers that Jews as a group would never watch some other minoritysystematically siphoning out their community's resources without doing something about it. I havetold them that if I tell the simple truth, it doesn't mean that I am anti-Semitic; it means merely that Iam anti-exploitation.

　　The white liberal may be a little taken aback to know that from all-Negro audiences I never have hadone challenge, never one question that defended the white man. That has been true even when a lot of those "black bourgeoisie" and "integration"-mad Negroes were among the blacks. All Negroes, amongthemselves, admit the white man's criminal record. They may not know as many details as I do, butthey know the general picture.

　　But, let me tell you something significant: This very same bourgeois Negro who, among Negroes,would never make a fool of himself in trying to defend the white man-watch that same Negro in amixed black and white audience, knowing he's overheard by his beloved "Mr. Charlie." Why, youshould hear those Negroes attack me, trying to justify, or forgive the white man's crimes! TheseNegroes are people who bring me nearest to breaking one of my principal rules, which is never to letmyself become over-emotional and angry. Why, sometimes I've felt I ought to jump down off thatstand and get _physical_ with some of those brainwashed white man's tools, parrots, puppets. At thecolleges, I've developed some stock put-downs for them: "You must be a law student, aren't you?"They have to say either yes, or no. And I say, "I thought you were. You defend this criminal white manharder than he defends his guilty self!" One particular university's "token-integrated" black Ph.D.

　　associate professor I never will forget; he got me so mad I couldn't see straight. As badly as our 22millions of educationally deprived black people need the help of any brains he has, there he waslooking like some fly in the buttermilk among white "colleagues"-and he was trying to _eat me up_!

　　He was ranting about what a "divisive demagogue" and what a "reverse racist" I was. I was rackingmy head, to spear that fool; finally I held up my hand, and he stopped. "Do you know what whiteracists call black Ph.D's?" He said something like, "I believe that I happen not to be aware of that"-youknow, one of these ultra-proper-talking Negroes. And I laid the word down on him, loud: "Nigger!" Speaking in these colleges and universities was good for the Nation of Islam, I would report to Mr.

　　Muhammad, because the devilish white man's best minds were developed and influenced in thecolleges and universities. But for some reason that I could never understand until much later, Mr.

　　Muhammad never really wanted me to speak at these colleges and universities.

　　I was to learn later, from Mr. Muhammad's own sons, that he was envious because he felt unequippedto speak at colleges himself. But nevertheless, in Mr. Muhammad's behalf at this time, I was findingthese highly intelligent audiences amazingly open-minded and objective in their receptions of the raw,naked truths that I would tell them:

　　"Time and time again, the black, the brown, the red, and the yellow races have witnessed and sufferedthe white man's small ability to understand the simple notes of the spirit. The white man seems tonedeaf to the total orchestration of humanity. Every day, his newspapers' front pages show us the worldthat he has created.

　　"God's wrathful judgment is close upon this white man stumbling and groping blindly in wickednessand evil and spiritual darkness.

　　"Look-remaining today are only two giant white nations, America and Russia, each of them with mistrustful, nervous satellites. America is propping up most of the remaining white world. TheFrench, the Belgians, the Dutch, the Portuguese, the Spanish and other white nations have weakenedsteadily as non-white Asians and Africans have recovered their lands.

　　"America is subsidizing what is left of the prestige and strength of the once mighty Britain. The sunhas set forever on that monocled, pith-helmeted resident colonialist, sipping tea with his delicate ladyin the non-white colonies being systematically robbed of every valuable resource. Britain's superfluousroyalty and nobility now exist by charging tourists to inspect the once baronial castles, and by sellingmemoirs, perfumes, autographs, titles, and even themselves.

　　"The whole world knows that the white man cannot survive another war. If either of the two giantwhite nations pushes the button, white civilization will die!

　　"And we see again that not ideologies, but race, and color, is what binds human beings. Is it accidentalthat as Red Chinese visit African and Asian countries, Russia and America draw steadily closer toeach other?

　　"The collective white man's history has left the non-white peoples no alternative, either, but to drawcloser to each other. Characteristically, as always, the devilish white man lacks the moral strength andcourage to cast off his arrogance. He wants, today, to 'buy' friends among the non-whites. He tries,characteristically, to cover up his past record. He does not possess the humility to admit his guilt, totry and atone for his crimes. The white man has perverted the simple message of love that the ProphetJesus lived and taught when He walked upon this earth."Audiences seemed surprised when I spoke about Jesus. I would explain that we Muslims believe inthe Prophet Jesus. He was one of the three most important Prophets of the religion of Islam, the othersbeing Muhammad and Moses. In Jerusalem there are Muslim shrines built to the Prophet Jesus. Iwould explain that it was our belief that Christianity did not perform what Christ taught. I neverfailed to cite that even Billy Graham, challenged in Africa, had himself made the distinction, "I believein Christ, not Christianity."I never will forget one little blonde co-ed after I had spoken at her New England college. She musthave caught the next plane behind that one I took to New York. She found the Muslim restaurant inHarlem. I just happened to be there when she came in. Her clothes, her carriage, her accent, all showedDeep South white breeding and money. At that college, I told how the antebellum white slavemastereven devilishly manipulated his own woman. He convinced her that she was "too pure" for his base"animal instincts." With this "noble" ruse, he conned his own wife to look away from his obviouspreference for the "animal" black woman. So the "delicate mistress" sat and watched the plantation'slittle mongrel-complexioned children, sired obviously by her father, her husband, her brothers, hersons. I said at that college that the guilt of American whites included their knowledge that in hatingNegroes, they were hating, they were rejecting, they were denying, their own blood.

　　Anyway, I'd never seen anyone I ever spoke before more affected than this little white college girl. She demanded, right up in my face, "Don't you believe there are any _good_ white people?" I didn't wantto hurt her feelings. I told her, "People's _deeds_ I believe in, Miss-not their words.""What can I _do_?" she exclaimed. I told her, "Nothing." She burst out crying, and ran out and upLenox Avenue and caught a taxi.